Post by Sarah on Feb 21, 2009 14:03:35 GMT -5
Jeers. A packed house of drunkards had gathered for the annual United States excuse for drinking beer and eating the unhealthiest of the unhealthiest. Yes, the Super Bowl. Anonymous faces were gathered at tables and all the big screens, and even little screens, were tuned to the same show: Arizona vs. Pittsburgh. Eventually, the camera found the victim of this tale, leaning sexily on a bar. And plenty of the boys noticed her shirt riding up just a bit, revealing lower back and just a hint of ass cleavage. Yes, it's Sarah. The bartender approached her and asked for her order.
"So here's the dealie. I've got a bet going with that dude over there," she said pointing out Scotty Whatbody, "that I can outdrink him. What would it take from me for you to make sure my stuff gets watered down, or light, or whatever?"
"For you girl? Dinner. Tuesday night at 8."
Sarah winked at him. "Have I mentioned how cool you are lately?"
The bartender smiled. "So…what are you drinking?"
"Foamy goodness. What's your name again?"
"A.J. And two beers that are in no way different coming right up."
Sarah looked over the bar as Kurt Warner accepted his pre-game award for doing good things. The beers arrived in a few seconds, and Sarah handed him the cash.
"It's really time to do this," Sarah sighed.
"Hey, love. Long time no see."
"Little Good? Wow. You're a sore for seeing eyes."
"Great to see you too. Bitch," Little Good sneered.
"You like football?" Sarah asked.
"Rugby's more my taste. I came for the beer. And the birds."
Sarah chuckled. "Single women at a Super Bowl show? Good luck."
"Why you here then?"
"Me and Scotty Whatbody have a bet going on. If he outdrinks me tonight, I have to marry him. If I outdrink him, he has to fight in a hardcore match at Bearly Legal."
"Really? Bloody hell. Why didn't I think of that? It's bloody genius, that is."
Sarah shrugged. "We had times."
"That we did," Little Good said nodding and turning his gaze toward the floor. "So you're still wrestling then?"
"Doesn't look good for much longer, actually. All those matches with Jerri Li took a pretty big toll on me. This might be my last hurrah."
"Balls. Really?"
"Yeppers. I told Trey around MegaBrawl III, it'll probably be my last match."
"Sarah! Get my ass over here," Scotty shouted from their table.
"Piss off!" Little Good shouted back at him.
"Shove it, Threedom boy! Bwahahaha!"
"Threedom? Sonofa—"
"Relax," Sarah said. "I have to do this thing."
"Right," Little Good sighed. "I'll be around if you need me. Unless I find a girl with loose morals. Fingers crossed."
"Of course. Later."
Little Good stalked away and Sarah picked up her change from the bar. With beers in hand, she returned to Scotty Whatbody.
Let the drinking games begin…
"So here's the dealie. I've got a bet going with that dude over there," she said pointing out Scotty Whatbody, "that I can outdrink him. What would it take from me for you to make sure my stuff gets watered down, or light, or whatever?"
"For you girl? Dinner. Tuesday night at 8."
Sarah winked at him. "Have I mentioned how cool you are lately?"
The bartender smiled. "So…what are you drinking?"
"Foamy goodness. What's your name again?"
"A.J. And two beers that are in no way different coming right up."
Sarah looked over the bar as Kurt Warner accepted his pre-game award for doing good things. The beers arrived in a few seconds, and Sarah handed him the cash.
"It's really time to do this," Sarah sighed.
"Hey, love. Long time no see."
"Little Good? Wow. You're a sore for seeing eyes."
"Great to see you too. Bitch," Little Good sneered.
"You like football?" Sarah asked.
"Rugby's more my taste. I came for the beer. And the birds."
Sarah chuckled. "Single women at a Super Bowl show? Good luck."
"Why you here then?"
"Me and Scotty Whatbody have a bet going on. If he outdrinks me tonight, I have to marry him. If I outdrink him, he has to fight in a hardcore match at Bearly Legal."
"Really? Bloody hell. Why didn't I think of that? It's bloody genius, that is."
Sarah shrugged. "We had times."
"That we did," Little Good said nodding and turning his gaze toward the floor. "So you're still wrestling then?"
"Doesn't look good for much longer, actually. All those matches with Jerri Li took a pretty big toll on me. This might be my last hurrah."
"Balls. Really?"
"Yeppers. I told Trey around MegaBrawl III, it'll probably be my last match."
"Sarah! Get my ass over here," Scotty shouted from their table.
"Piss off!" Little Good shouted back at him.
"Shove it, Threedom boy! Bwahahaha!"
"Threedom? Sonofa—"
"Relax," Sarah said. "I have to do this thing."
"Right," Little Good sighed. "I'll be around if you need me. Unless I find a girl with loose morals. Fingers crossed."
"Of course. Later."
Little Good stalked away and Sarah picked up her change from the bar. With beers in hand, she returned to Scotty Whatbody.
Let the drinking games begin…